All matters is my love, not my look.
"Saw my poetry in you", her body shook.
Felt her pain, running through her veins.
Love starting sailing through a different lane.
She was broken badly, she wanted someone to cherished.
But at that time she was halfly perished.
"My love and my shoulder is now yours".
Drop by drop her love she pours.
By-Himanshu Tobaria
"Saw my poetry in you", her body shook.
Felt her pain, running through her veins.
Love starting sailing through a different lane.
She was broken badly, she wanted someone to cherished.
But at that time she was halfly perished.
"My love and my shoulder is now yours".
Drop by drop her love she pours.
By-Himanshu Tobaria
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